The losses mount
Ripping away
Shards of my soul
The void lingers
Scars cover wounds
Pain souvenirs
Is this life?
Losing fragments
Until none remain
Ripping away
Shards of my soul
The void lingers
Scars cover wounds
Pain souvenirs
Is this life?
Losing fragments
Until none remain
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ReplyDeleteIt is life
ReplyDeletelosing fragments
until none remain
the void will linger
scars retained
painful marks
ripped to the core
the soul, its shards
disintegrated
Sorry for replying to your poem, using your words. Couldn't resist that